Afterward, I went to the Belmont Barber Shop for a desperately needed haircut. It was my first time there, and I'm pretty sure I'll go back. $15 haircut, pool table, and PBR? Yes, please!
I feel like kind of a scumbag for cheating on Betto, my old hair person, but it's just not convenient to truck over to Devon and Pulaski for a haircut. Maybe I'll alternate between the two, I don't know. Betto, forgive me!
2 comments:
Go wherever you want. You won't live to see another haircut.
My Raquel never liked you anyway. Curse on you for what you did to her!
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